The Episode

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Anger and its deadly consequences.

Submitted: May 12, 2009

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I watched as my mom stormed out of the house, slamming the door shut. What provoked her to such intensity of anger?

My father put his head in his hands and wept. "Why-why the fuck did this have to happen?" he wailed, his voice choked in tears.

Later I was to learn that my mom had made up her mind to divorce my dad. Over what? I had no idea.

A day passed by and the house was quiet with no more dialogue between my mom and dad. I was brewing some Lipton tea when there was a loud rapping on the entrance door.

I laid down my cup of boiling tea and went to open the front door. As I did, two hands came out of nowhere and forcefully pushed me away. I was caught in confusion and armed with the instinct to fight back. This time, the two hands that pushed me away threw me on the floor. After my head was done reeling, I caught sight of a shadow walking towards the bedroom.

I immediately got up and ran to block the shadow's path. I found myself looking face to face with a 7 foot brute with no fear in his eyes. Get out of here, was the brute's response in a thick Jamaican accent.
I told the guy to get lost, this was my house, and there ain't gonna be no trouble today or any other day, for that matter.

He then told me he was bang going to beat the crap out of my dad. Though I was in no position to defend my dad, I firmly stood my ground and told him to get lost himself.

Two more minutes of unnerving silence and the monster of a man bolted down the hall and smashed through the back door and drove promptly somewhere else.

A couple of days after the incident, I decided there was enough hush on the issue. I confronted my dad and asked him nicely to tell me what happened between he and my mom.

After my dad explained how mom had become involved with a Jamaican gangster and tried to elope with that brute, he shared how he tried to convince her to come back.

Apparently, it seems that she ran away for the better of all of us - turns out she contracted AIDS from the Jamaican monster and she didn't want my dad to get infected, so she moved to another block fifteen miles away.

I didn't know what to make of this familial chaos but I just committed it to the Lord and to this day, my relationship with my dad has never been closer!

THE END


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